1 84 A ceo UNr of the GERMAN THE AT R E. 



" Grim, {another of his band) 'Tis a long time fince our flalks 

 " were empty of wine. How majeflically the fun fets there 

 " below ! 



" Moor, {looking Jledfajlly on the fetling fun) *Tis thus that a 

 " hero dies, and the nations admire his fall I 



" G. It feems to move you. 



" M. In ray youth, it was my favourite idea to live like 

 " him, [looking earnefly on the fun) to die like him ! 'Twas the 

 ■' fancy of a young man. 



" G. 'Twas even fo. 



" M, There was a time — [drawing his hat over his eyes) — 

 " leave me alone, my friends. 



" G. Moor, Moor ! do you ail aught ? Your colour 

 " changes. 



" M. There was a time when I could not fleep if I had 

 '* forgot my prayers before I laid me down. 



" G. 'Tis folly all — Would you, like a boy, be fchooled by 

 " the remembrance of your infant days ? 



" M. My infant days ! Oh ! [leaning his head on the bofotn of 

 '' Gr/w2.) 



" G. Think of thefe no more. Be not a child again, I pray 

 " you. 



" M. A child again ! Would that I were ! 



" G. Rouse yourfelf for fhame ! See how the landfcape 

 " fmiles — how beautiful the evening looks ! 



" M, Aye, my friends, this earth is fo beautiful — 



" G. Why, that is well. 



" M. This fcene fo grand — ' 



" G. You fpeak it truly. I love to hear you talk thus. 



" M. And what am I, in this world that is fo beautiful ! 

 " A thing fo vile on this magnificent work of heaven I — The 

 " prodigal fon ! 



" G. MooR ! Moor ! 



